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valentino-red · 5 years ago

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Chapter 1

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Why Sol didn��t just walk out of the cineplex after Murray asked her to choose what ‘movie’ to star in was beyond her. Not taking part of all this madness was the smart, rational thing to do-- and then she saw tawny eyes across a smoky room, and suddenly she forgot what it meant to be rational.

Nicky Valentino. It was obvious that he was a gangster. There was something in the way he looked across the room that spoke of a man protecting his spot at the top. Then there was his cousin, Ralph della Rosa, who was acting much too cautious to just be ordinary family. And finally, Floyd Capo; he stunk so much of tobacco that Sol’s late grandfather, who himself smoked cigars, would have blanched.

“You gotta get your arms around this lifestyle and embrace it.”

Sol snorted. Only a person with one and a half braincells wouldn’t figure out what lifestyle Floyd was talking about. If Sol was smart, she would run to the nearest church and beg to enter a convent.

But she was still stunned by the roses in her room and the gorgeous breakfast. It was embarrassing to realise just how easily she was won over by opulence. These were things that she didn’t let herself enjoy in the twenty-first century; her bed was way too soft to be comfortable, and the housekeeping staff was suspiciously polite. Sol remembered her old room fondly; a cheap mattress on the floor for a bed, a threadbare blanket to fight the heat of tropical nights, and instant coffee to go with a piece of pan de sal, her favorite bread.

“Miss Diaz? Mr. Valentino is on the line.”

Sol looked up from the cup of coffee she was drinking. The bellhop, standing as though he were a statue, gestured at the old-fashioned telephone. “He wishes to speak to you.”

Nodding, Sol took the telephone receiver from the bellhop.

“Good morning, love. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

Sol didn’t notice the smile on her face when she heard Nicky’s voice. “Don’t worry about it; I’ve been up since five.”

“Oh?” Nicky’s voice was smooth like scotch. “Had a hard time sleeping?”

Sol rolled her eyes. “Force of habit,” she replied. “I rise with the sun.”

“A man would reckon that a broad like you got a lot of beauty sleep.”

She couldn’t help but snort. “Yeah, and I bet you’ll find my eye bags real attractive.” Soledad took another sip of her coffee. “Anyways, thanks so much for the breakfast. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk today.”

“That good, huh?”

“I usually have a piece of bread in the morning, so this was really… a lot. Makes me wonder if someone has ulterior motives for the food and flowers.”

“Maybe someone was trottin’ around like a horse’s ass last night, and wanted to apologize.”

Sol laughed, a deep sound from her belly. “Don’t worry about it, Nicky. I understand.”

“Well. I just wanted you to know when I tell you ‘I’m sorry,’ I really mean it. I know I was out of line leaving you in the cold like that, but it couldn’t be avoided.”

The grin on her face couldn’t be helped, and Sol felt her face heat up.

“Thanks, Nick,” she said. “But really, I know that men like Floyd can be difficult. Besides, Ralph set me up in a really fancy place. Sorta makes me wonder if a certain someone would need to rob a bakery after he sees my bill.”

Nicky laughed at the other end of the line. “Don’t worry about it, kid.”

“Are you sure?” Sol smiled. “I’m pretty great at worrying.”

“And I’m pretty great at making money.” Sol could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “How about the flowers? I was dreaming about you all night, so I woke up at the crack of dawn to pick each one.”

“Nicky,” she said. “I don’t think I have a heart anymore. It just melted.”

He laughed again, and Soledad imagined him-- the brunette hair in a razor cut, tawny eyes crinkling at the corners and sparkling in dim lights. The way he tilted his head back to let out a laugh. She wanted to make him laugh again.

“I’m afraid that I’ll have to let you go for now, toots,” Nicky said. The smile in his voice was still there. “Enjoy your breakfast and meet me outside in an hour. Capisce?”

Soledad suddenly realised that she had no clothes, and only a small makeup bag that she had in the purse she was carrying to the cineplex. She sighed.

“Capisce.”

She handed the telephone over to the bellhop, mind still running. The majority of the hotel staff were still in the room, trying to look like they weren’t eavesdropping. Oh, well-- it couldn’t be helped.

“Mr…”

“Jonathan Smith, at your service,” the bellhop said.

“Mr. Smith, I have a few requests,” Soledad said. “First, I was wondering if you could procure me a fresh set of clothing-- in yellow, if available. Please charge it to the room. And if I could have a fresh cup of coffee, that would be wonderful.”

Jonathan Smith, the bellhop, did a small bow. “Of course, Miss Diaz. And how would you like your coffee?”

“Black, Mr. Smith.”

“No sugar or cream, Miss Diaz?”

“Have you broken up with a lover before, Mr. Smith?”

“Yes, madam,” he said in a straight face. Sol nodded in approval at his professionalism.

“I want the coffee to be as black as your ex’s soul.”

Jonathan Smith’s stoic demeanor broke into a grin. “I see, Miss Diaz. Your clothes and coffee will be brought to you right away.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Smith. And do take a croissant. If I try to eat everything, perhaps the bed will become too small for me.”

Even when the bellhop left, Soledad chatted a bit with the remaining staff. By the end of it, two other busboys got their own shares of roses to give their wives, and the maids had a sample of some of the food. As Sol went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, she felt a little bit confident that maybe her telephone call with Nicky wouldn’t be the talk of the Waldorf Astoria’s help that afternoon. Or at the very least, they wouldn’t say that she was a bitch.

***

Ralph didn’t expect Soledad to be chatting his head off about the Rolls Royce’s specs, and he didn’t expect her to clean up so well. She was in a yellow dress with long sleeves and a sailor style collar, curly black hair brushed neatly, framing her long face. The kid wasn’t Ralph’s style in any stretch of the imagination-- she had a face that could have been a man’s-- but he could see how Nicky would fall for her. She was sun touched and radiant. When the kid walked, it was as if she had already conquered the world.

The plan had been to let the kid in, and to drive off to Nicky’s surprise, but the girl had been talking his head off about the car for a minute already.

“Listen, Sol,” Ralph said, cutting off another of her questions. “The Royce is a sweet ride, and the sooner you get in the back seat, the sooner you can see how she drives.”

Jesus, he thought to himself. And I thought I liked cars.

Sol slipped into the backseat, and the sudden luxury of the car’s interiors flooded her senses. The seats were in a plush camel colored leather, with intricate flower embroidery. She ran her hand on the seat, looking up to see a certain someone looking at her with warm eyes.

“There she is,” Nicky Valentino said. “The sweetest of the sweet.”

Soledad did her best not to blush. She failed. “Hello to you, too.”

She settled into her seat, trying not to notice how close she was to Nicky. It was a bit crazy; she had hung around good looking men in bespoke suits before, and never had she felt as woozy as she did now.

“You sure did take your time out there with Ralph, didn’t ya, toots? Made me sorta feel like you were a bit sore about last night and was tryna not see me.” Soledad rolled her eyes. “Your car is beautiful, Nicky. And frankly, I’d kill to take her for a spin.”

“Oh, yeah? You’re only finding the car beautiful?”

There was a challenge in his eyes, and Soledad couldn’t help her raised brow. Nicky was smirking at her, a blush on his face, and it was obvious that he was fishing for compliments. She wouldn’t give him any.

“Well, Ralph looks better in the daylight.”

The two men broke into laughter, with Soledad joining them after a beat. The mischief in Nicky’s eyes only became more pronounced.

“Hey,” Nicky said. “Just so that things are clear-- I really do feel bad for leavin’ ya on your lonesome last night. So what’d ya say? Would you let this sorry sap do something nice for you?”

“If you’re talking about lettin’ me have a spin, then absolutely,” she laughed. “But it’s still a yes for me with anything else. I’m not mad, Nicky. I’m really not.”

“Thank God,” he replied. “I’d drink to that. Hey, how about that? Care for a drink, sugar? They call these things mimosas.”

Soledad shook her head. “I would, Nicky, but I’m running on four cups of coffee. Liquor is the last thing I need. Besides, isn’t that illegal?”

“It’s illegal to drink. Period.” Nicky winked at her. “But you wouldn’t be here if it was, would you?”

“If it was legal to drink? What are you talking about?”

Nicky’s smile stretched to a Cheshire cat grin, the entirety of his focus on Soledad. If she felt lightheaded before, now Sol felt like she could faint.

“You think that guys like me are a dice roll away from getting bumped off or going to the big house. And I think there’s a part of you that likes that. Otherwise you wouldn’t have decided to be in this movie or whatever you think this is.”

The smile from Soledad’s face faded, and she couldn’t help but reach for Nicky’s hand. His eyes met hers, surprised by her sudden seriousness.

“Nicky, remember what you told me last night, when I gave you my hand?”

“I do,” he said. “You feel like home.”

Soledad nodded, lost in thought and looking at their now entwined fingers. “I’m in this for you, Nicky. I’m not here for the money, the power, or the thrill of it. If I wanted that, I would have stayed back home in the Philippines. But for some reason, I went back here to the past and met an amazing man that I feel I’ve known all my life. If anything, you being a gangster worries me more than it excites me.”

Nicky brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “There ain’t no reason for you to worry ‘bout me, sweet thing. I got ya by my side, and you’re my lucky charm.”

The ride continued on, with Nicky teasing her with his ‘surprise’, and the pair of them almost getting a poor puppy off the street. Soledad almost wanted to get it, before thinking that it might actually belong to someone else. Nicky had been a bit distraught at the thought of leaving the little thing by itself, but they continued on with their banter, with Ralph sometimes chiming in.

“Hey, Nicky,” she said, eyes flickering to his. “I was hoping that you’ll help me get something.”

“Alright,” he replied, without missing a beat. “What is it?”

“A job.”

“A job?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Why would you want that?”

“Well,” Sol said. “I’m practically destitute--”

“No, you’re not.”

“Look, I’ve got no job, no home, and no money to buy my own food. I am destitute.”

Nicky frowned, clearly not liking the idea.

“Hey, Nick. It’s alright. I’ve got a wide skill set. I’ve got a degree in financial management and law-- I mean, it’s Filipino law, and the constitution I know is the 1987 version, but I’ve needed to do more readings anyway.”

“I don’t really think that you need to work, toots. Trust me, I’m more than capable of providing for you.”

Sol laughed, a sound that came deep from her belly. “A hotshot gangster like you. Of course you can.”

Nicky exchanged a look with Ralph, their mood sobering. Sol noticed the pair, snorting at their surprise.

“I ain’t no gangster, toots.”

Soledad shot him a dirty look, only a bit annoyed that he wasn’t coming clean. “I know a lie when I hear it, Nicky.”

He raised an eyebrow at her in response, but the mood got heavier anyway. “Look,” he said, voice dropping a few octaves lower. “I’m from a town with rules that cutthroats invented four hundred years ago in the old country. And I still got friends who think that’s the only way to live. But I ain’t one of them. I never broke the bank by breaking someone’s bones.”

“And Floyd Capo is one of those friends.”

“Yeah,” Nicky sighed. “Ya know, toots, before you showed up, I was a wheeler dealer who made his money in real estate and spent it faster than he could count it. I ain’t no gangster.”

“That was a weak close,” Soledad sighed. “You’re not exactly subtle. Anybody that knows what a mobster is could tell, Nicky.”

“Huh. You wasn’t so prickly last night.”

“I was boozed out, confused and touch starved.”

“And now?

She smiled. “Caffeinated, confused, and touch starved.”

“And why is a pretty lady like you so prickly?”

Sol snorted, looking out the window. “You don’t get to be single for twenty-nine years without a bit of paranoia.”

Nicky was going to say something until he caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyebrows were drawn tight, and her mouth was set in a thin flat line. There was something that was bothering her, and he wanted to know what it was. He squeezed her hand.

“Hey,” Nicky said as she looked up at him. “You got me, kid. Before you waltzed into that speakeasy, I was a mobster with the world at my feet. And now I’m something completely different, ‘cos of you.”

“And what are you now?”

Nicky smiled at her and it put all the stars in the world to shame. “Now, I’m a romantic.”

***

When they got to Coney Island, Soledad’s face lit up like the Hollywood sign. Nicky smiled down at her; the kid was so small she didn’t reach his shoulders. He could pick her up easy, like a child.

“Omigod, Nicky,” she squealed. “We have to ride everything.”

“I’m not quite sure I can handle the carousel, toots.”

Sol snorted. “‘Cos those horses are gonna take a bite off your ass.”

“Haha,” Nicky said, offering his arm. “You’re a riot, ya know that?”

She slipped her hand into his instead, and when he looked down at her in surprise, he caught her blushing. Nicky could feel his own ears heat up.

“I know,” Sol said. “I know.”

They spent the rest of the day going to the rides. Nicky liked the way Sol’s eyebrows raised when she noticed him bribing the ticketmasters. He had asked her about it, and with a shrug she replied that he grandfather would bribe his way out of speeding tickets all the time. Nicky had laughed, noticing the way Soledad would preen at the sound. By the looks of it, she enjoyed making him laugh. The thought made Nicky want to go to the nearest stranger and tell them that he was crazy for his little lady.

They went and rode the Ferris Wheel, with Sol still tucked under his arm. Her short black hair tickled, and he couldn’t help but smile at the feel of it.

Nicky thought that telling Sol about his sister would be a hard thing to do, but the doll was patient and understanding, giving him none of her pity and all of her empathy. She was quiet while he told her how they’d slip over to the rides, and how his sister spent a night in jail.

“My pops cleaned my clock fierce that night,” Nicky said. From their height in the Ferris Wheel, he could see the whole of Coney Island. “But that wasn’t what got me. It was that I abandoned my sister when she needed me the most.”

Nicky did his best to crack a smile. “But to save you from seeing a grown man get all misty eyes, I’m gonna save that story for another day.”

He threw his arms around Sol’s shoulder as the gondola swayed. She leaned into him.

“You know,” she said, “I don’t have any siblings. Sort of wish I do, but I had this little cousin, Micky, who was three years younger than I was, and at the time we lived close to each other. One day I saw him at an empty lot crying his eyes out, and he told me that his friends bullied him, telling him that he was a nobody and couldn’t do anything right. They told him that his family had no money, which was stupid because we’re were old money rich.”

Sol was looking at him, a fond smile on her face. “I took a stick and went to the kid’s house. Tampered with their water line. The next day, their house flooded. Man, my grandfather was so angry at me, I think I spent a good ten minutes under the belt. My tito was mad at me too. He never let me see Micky again.”

Nicky drew her closer to him. “I guess we’re really written in the stars, toots.”

She laughed, high in his embrace. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess so.”

The rest of the day was filled with banter. Nicky kept her under his arm, and she kept him laughing. They were strolling on the boardwalk, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her hair curled under her ears. She was blushing and fumbling over her explanation of how the bracelet was lost, but Nicky couldn’t care less. He used to think that the bracelet was important, but seeing her in the daylight and in his arms was worth fifty of those bracelets.

“Hey,” Nicky said. “I noticed that you ain’t wearing those rags you had on last night.”

Soledad blushed. “Oh, uh. Well, I figured that a hotel as swanky as the Waldorf had some clothes lying around.”

“And let me guess,” Nicky said in a deadpan. “I’m paying for it.”

She answered with a shrug. “What can I say? I don’t have a job, so you’ll have to be my keeper.”

“Then I guess you won’t be prickly when I tell you that ya don’t have to ask a hotel for new clothes no more.”

“Nicky,” she said, eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you bought me clothes.”

Nicky leaned against the railing in a knowingly devious pose, winking at her as the noon time sun made his tawny eyes look like molten gold.

“Let’s just say that your wardrobe is gonna be full of designer dresses, stilettos from France, diamonds, minks--”

Sol dropped her head on his solar plexus hard enough for it to almost hurt. On reflex, he put his arms around her. She hugged him back.

“Why are you spoiling me so much,” she mumbled into his shirt. “I just met you last night.”

“You don’t have to know someone to know that you want them.”

There was a true heat in his voice and gaze. Soledad swallowed hard as he pulled her close. They were just a few inches away from each other, and she could see the small mole under his left eyes and his beet red ears.

“‘Cause I know what I want.”

Soledad thought that they were going to kiss, until Ralph came up to them, coughing into his hand awkwardly.

“Sorry to break you two lovebirds apart,” he said. “But there’s some coppers by the docks.”

“There’s always going to be some flatfoots in this town,” was Nick’s answer. He sighed in frustration. Soledad took a few steps away from him to catch her own breath.

“They’re looking for you, Nick.”

In a few quick heartbeats, Nicky spilled out orders to Ralph, and the two of them were on the run. They were able to get past a few officers, but a big man in the blue uniform saw them and gave chase.

“Meet me at the alley, toots,” Nicky said, before sprinting away from the police officer. Soledad looked at the man grimly. She could outrun him, or she could buy Nicky some time.

“Hello, officer,” she said, as the burly man took a pair of handcuffs out.

“You’re under arrest.” His voice was gruff, and his moustache was severe. Soledad almost wanted to laugh; he looked like a caricature of a policeman.

“I want my rights read to me,” Sol replied. “Mainly because I have no idea what you’re arresting me for.”

“Nobody is reading anyone’s rights,” he said, handcuffing her. “Besides, I saw you with Valentino on the dock.”

“Then it’s your word against mine, Detective.” The man huffed. “I ain’t no detective. Just an honest officer doin’ his job, and you’re a no one, kid.”

“Then,” Sol said, “I’m really sorry that I have to do this.”

There were three things that she did in quick succession. First, she spun around and kicked him square in the jaw. He fumbled back, surprised. Then she kicked him again in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Finally, she kicked the back of his knees, sending him to the ground in a loud thud. The policeman groaned in pain, and when he tried to get up, she kicked him in the stomach again.

“I’m a twenty-nine year old captain of the Philippine Commonwealth’s army, not some kid,” Sol said, foot on his chest. “And between you and me, there’s no such thing as an honest officer these days.”

She could see a familiar black beauty roll into the street-- it was Nicky’s Rolls Royce. Sol took her foot off the officer’s chest.

“Just for the record,” she said. “I’m retired. And we both know what retired army captains are asked to do by their governments.”

The officer’s eyes widened, and Sol resisted the urge to smirk. She was a professional, after all.

“I’m not on the wrong side of the law.” She stepped away from the police officer. “Anyway, if you want to get promoted, remember this: have as many good friends in high places. Stray dogs turn into hungry wolves very quickly.”

The officer groaned, trying to sit up. “Is that a threat, or a warning?”

“It’s advice,” she replied. Sol bit her lip as she looked at the officer’s broken nose. “I’m really sorry that I had to hit you,” she said, voice soft, “but circumstances called for it, Officer…”

“Marquez,” he replied. Soledad nodded.

“If I ever see you again, I hope you won’t try to handcuff me,” she said.

The older man grunted. “Try not to hang around shady characters, Captain, and then we’ll see.”

She gave a quick nod before jogging to the Rolls Royce. Ralphie opened the door for her, and Nicky gave her a look that turned her knees to jell-o. But this was a look that was heated for all the wrong reasons.

“So,” he said conversationally. “What does the government ask retired army captains to do?”

#fictif #tatw #nicky valentino #fanfiction #nicky valentino x oc #nicky valentino/oc #two against the world #pls go easy on me this is my first fic uwu

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we-stan-julian-devorak · 5 years ago

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*taps microphone*

I’m not here to apologise, but I will say I am here to die due to my lack of content.

SO it’s been some time since I posted, which I actually do want to apologise for—

However! I am back at Uni, I am in a good headspace - today will be a good day and for the first time in like 4 months, more than that? I will be uploading a fic.

I say a fic, a Drabble if you will and I apologise in advance because it is not in fact The Arcana related. I’m widening my horizons babey! So from now on I plan to write for:

- Julian - Adrian Tepes - Nicky Valentino

- Muriel - Trevor Belmont

- Lucio - Guzma

And if people want to specifically ask a character of me, they can! If I don’t know the character/ feel like I can’t do them justice then I will have to say so but otherwise I am open to any kind of prompts or questions!

#the arcana #julian devorak #muriel the arcana #count lucio #adrian tepes #trevor belmont #guzma #nicky valentino #fic writing #WSJD Text #WSJD Post

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dawnsbreaking · 3 years ago

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i can’t see it in tags so if you’d like to read my fic about taking Nicky Valentino back to the future you can do that here ❤��

sorry if it IS showing up for ya’ll, but i’m worried it’s hidden

#fictif #fictif games #nicky valentino #fictif tatw #fictif two against the world

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agender-wolfie · 4 years ago

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The lack of Nicky Valentino fics is so sad 😔 Where is my dream baby? 🥺

#nicky valentino x reader #nicky valentino #fictif #fictif tatw #nicky tatw

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anonymous-eggy · 4 years ago

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No Nothin’, huh?

Nicky Valentino x reader (gender-neutral)

(I recommend you read "No Pants!" first for context!) After an exciting morning and a pleasant day, both you and Nicky can’t help but give in to what would’ve happened that morning if your loveable pooch hadn’t crashed the party.

Warnings: nsfw, below 16 dni please and thank you (´ヘ｀;)

Word count: 3.1k

Despite it being a day for no pants, the two of you had to eventually clothe your bare legs in order to do what you had planned for the day. It wasn’t a very busy day, just a walk in a nearby park, then checking in on business things, and then returning home to play with Daisy. It was nice in its own way, especially with the fun morning you and Nicky had shared.

Now, it was evening. Daisy, who was tired from a day full of fun, had retired to wherever she disappears off to for sleep. The sun had set over the Valentino household and the stars were out to play.

And apparently, so was Nicky. Though he had left lingering touches traced across your body all day, he was much more open and shameless with his wandering hands now that everyone had gone home for the night. It wasn’t as if this was unprovoked; you had spent the day blithely teasing him with touches and suggestive gazes, always quickly changing the subject afterward, leaving him wondering if he had imagined the way you had looked at him or touched him. You wanted him, of course, but it was more fun to see how long it took for Nicky to cave in and go for what he wanted.

As you mindlessly gaze at the titles on a bookshelf, you feel Nicky’s hands smoothly wrap around your sides and drift to your hips from behind you. His grip is firm but gentle as he pulls you closer to him.

“Tell me somethin’, dear,” Nicky whispers into your ear, causing a small shiver up your spine.

You manage to keep a casual posture and continue to act like the books were more interesting as you respond with, “Yes?”

“It’s just the two of us now, yeah?”

“It would seem so, Nicky.”

“The pup’s fast asleep, correct?”

“I believe she is.”

He pulls you closer to him and presses a sensual kiss to your neck, causing you to softly gasp and move your head to the side to give him better access to your sensitive skin.

“What do you say we continue what we started this morning, toots?” Nicky softly says, seemingly making no attempt to hide the longing in his voice.

You turn around in his grip to face him. You look into his eyes knowingly as he gazes at you, waiting for your response. His face held a light blush and his expression warred between patience and impatience. Nicky’s chest rose and fell as he waited for permission to snatch you up and cover you with loving touches and kisses. You rest one of your hands on top of his and run a thumb over it before slowly trailing it up his forearm.

You weren’t quite done messing with him yet, even if you knew it wouldn’t last much longer.

“What did we start this morning, love?” You lower your voice to an intimate whisper, looking him up and down slowly once, in a way you knew would drive him crazy. You raise an eyebrow and lean closer to him teasingly as he takes a deep breath in and lets it out with a quiet laugh.

He didn’t break eye contact as one of his hands traveled up your back and cupped the back of your neck. “Somethin’ beautiful. Something I’d love to continue without interruptions this time.”

A smile forms on your lips as you let him guide you closer to him. His soft lips meet yours and you feel a burst of passion bloom in your chest and spread throughout your body like electricity. Despite being pressed up against him, it felt as if you weren’t close enough. You lifted your arms and wrapped them around him, tangling a hand in his hair and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Nicky nips at your bottom lip before going back in with a hard kiss and drops his hands to your butt, pulling your hips to press closer to his. The new friction between the two of you only fanned the flame that was the need for more.

Nicky pulls away a little suddenly, gazing into your eyes, and spoke, “Is this a yes? Cuz’ if so, I’m gonna have to carry you up to our room so I can show you how much I love you.”

“I do believe it is, my love,” You respond breathlessly, intoxicated by the smell of him and the feeling of his body against yours.

Nicky wastes no time sweeping you off your feet like he had that morning. He presses a kiss to your cheek and leans close to your ear.

“I hope you’re ready for the amazing night you got ahead of you,” He whispers before pressing a kiss below your ear and giving your earlobe a nibble.

“Better than our honeymoon?” You manage to quip with a giggle.

“Nothing could top our honeymoon experience, toots, but we’ll see what we can do,” Nicky chuckles and gives you a wink.

You both share an excited laugh as Nicky makes his way into your shared bedroom with you in his arms. Right as he sets you down on the bed, you both are all over each other. Trading rough kisses and slipping your tongue into the other's mouth, both unable to get enough. The closer you needed Nicky, the closer he was.

It didn't feel like long until he had settled between your legs while you were propped up on an elbow, your other hand reclaiming its place and tangling in his hair. His hands touch you in all the right ways, and you could only feel the excitement in your pants grow as he holds your thigh.

You push your hips against him, earning a soft moan from his lips. You feel his growing hardened excitement as he pushes back, burying his face in your neck and pressing hungry kisses to it. Unable to stop yourself, you let out a small noise of pleasure as he gently licks and bites down where your neck meets your shoulder. Your grip on his hair tightens and you raise a hand to cover your mouth. There was definitely going to be a hickey there in the morning. His kisses trail up your neck and he breaks away to gently move your hand back down to the blankets under you.

“I’d love to hear your wonderful singing if you’ll let me, love,” Nicky mutters as he plays with the bottom of your shirt and presses wet kisses to your jaw while you hum in pleasure.

Feeling impatience take over, you sit up and pull him in for a long protracted kiss before fervently removing your top and tossing it aside. Grabbing his shirt you pull him back in for more passionate kisses, to which he doesn’t resist. While your lips are locked together, you find your hands confidently fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

Nicky’s warm strong hands fall over yours and interrupt your attempts to strip his shirt. He pulls away from you and looks at your topless figure with amusement. You give him an impatient and pleading look, and you wonder if that’ll be enough for him to understand how much you already need him.

“You didn’t even let me have the joy of undressing you, what makes you think I’m gonna let you have all the fun?” He smirks as you give him a small frustrated huff. He knew, alright. His patience in bed was just far better than yours, even when you were rubbing against him and attacking him with the most alluring of kisses. He was always good at keeping his feet on the ground, no matter the situation.

“I’m still wearing some clothes, Nicky. I didn’t take away all of your fun,” You reason with him, longing for him to let you continue your work on eliminating the obstacles that stood in the way of you and a night of heaven on Earth with him. “If you let me finish taking off your shirt, I’ll let you take off our pants. I just wanted to let you have the fun part.”

A wide grin spreads across Nicky’s face. Clearly, he liked the sound of that. “You’re real good at that negotiating and sweet talk stuff, honey. By all means. Continue your work, baby,” He smoothly teases while lifting your hands to his shirt.

His enamored eyes silently look into yours as you resume unbuttoning his shirt. This time, you tried to exercise what little patience you had left in your lust-consumed body as you undid each button in a calculated and slow manner. Nicky slips a finger under your chin charmingly and pulls your face to his for a kiss.

As he allows you to remove his shirt, it seems as if both of your bodies have finally recognized the new closeness the two of you could now achieve with one less thing between you. Your chests pressed together as you shared a few tender kisses. Hands were wandering all over the other, the heat of the situation getting to the both of you. You run your fingers all from his neck to his abdomen, shifting so you could cover his bared skin with sensual kisses, licks, and bites. Nicky revels in this, exhaling as he let your mouth explore what skin was provided at the moment.

You slowly work your way down, deliberately giving more attention to the places you knew would get the most positive reaction out of him. Pressing a gentle bite to his nipple and a soft kiss, you feel him moan beneath your touch. A wave of satisfaction and confidence washes over you as you flick your tongue over it before continuing your way down his body. You place a kiss over the mole on the right side of his stomach and move to leave rougher kisses on the skin right above the top of his pants. His excitement was evident now, his bulge visible through his pants. He lets out more low noises of pleasure, leaving you wanting to do more to keep hearing his vocalized gratification.

You can’t help but feel a growing frustration at the remaining clothing that kept you from going further, so you gently reach for the button of his pants.

“(Y/n),” Nicky mutters your name warningly, grabbing your attention away from what you were doing and reminding you of what you had promised him. “You’re not breaking our deal are you?”

You sit up with a smirk. “Of course not, I was just reminding you of what you still have to do.”

“You’re right, I've been teasin' you for too long," Nicky agrees, brushing some of his messy hair out of his flushed face.

He pushes forward into your personal space as his hands meet your bare sides, sending a jolt of hot electricity through you. Nicky gently slides his hands down to your pants and slips his thumbs under the waistband. His face was close to yours, and your lips grazed before you closed your eyes and shared another loving smooch. A shiver of excitement ran through you at the thought of what you knew was going to happen next.

You hadn’t realized that he also had your underwear hooked too until he had peeled your remaining clothing off in one smooth movement, leaving you bare beneath him. His hands touched the skin he had revealed in an adoring manner and he pressed hot kisses to your face and neck. Now that Nicky had seen the image of you beneath him, wanting his touch so desperately, it was clear lust was winning him over.

It was certainly a sappy thought, but it truly was something special to be so trustingly vulnerable to another human being. The trust that they are so in love with you and your body--- that they want to pleasure you and respect you--- was something that was rare, yet it was everywhere at the same time. It felt so right and natural that you forget that this kind of trust was one of a kind and unique for everyone. It was something you would never stop being grateful for; something you would never stop thanking Nicky for.

You sharply gasp as his fingers drag over your sex, rubbing it in a way that made you practically lose your mind already. Letting out a moan in his ear, you give in to his touch and roll your hips involuntarily.

“Damn you’re hot when you’re like this,” Nicky shakily breaths out, his other hand fumbling with the button of his pants.

Much to his visible frustration, he had to momentarily remove his hand from you in order to shimmy out of his pants and boxers. You let out an amused laugh as you took the opportunity to reach into the nightstand and grab a bottle of lube and a condom.

“And you’re adorable when you get all bothered like this,” You shoot back, sitting up in a teasingly suave way as you open the packet and toss the wrapper on the surface of the nightstand.

“Yeah?” He softly responds, helpless as he sits back and watches you with a buzzing interest as your hands move towards his exposed hard member.

Nicky lets out a beautiful moan of pleasure as you rub your hands against him and slip the condom on fluidly. As if it were your favorite song, you wanted nothing more than to hear it again. You continued running a hand over where he needed you at a slow teasing pace while you pressed a wet sucking kiss and bite right above his collar bone with the intention of leaving a mark upon his skin.

Your touches elicited more singing from him, much to your enjoyment. You couldn’t help but long to feel him inside of you, though. Continuing to kiss and lick at him, you reach for the bottle of lube. Pulling away with labored breathing, you spread the lube down from his tip to his base. His hips lightly buck against your touch, wanting more friction. You watch him bite his lip and groan as he observes with half-lidded eyes.

Wiping your hands on the blanket far off to the side of you, you then reach for his face and pull his lips to yours as a way of telling him it was his turn to lead on the rest of the night. As your lips clashed hungrily against each other, Nicky’s hands held your back securely and he gently lowered you to the bed below. He then ran a hand along your side, the other trailing to your sex. It was your turn to sing, as his fingers expertly rubbed against where you were most sensitive. Your moan became slightly whiny as he moved to slip a finger inside of you.

His hand that had run up your side interlaced its fingers with yours. He presses passionate, heated kisses to your lips as you moan into his mouth. His kisses move to your neck, becoming rougher and bitey. The stimulation of his touches are overwhelmingly good as you let another soft moan escape your lips and grip the hand that holds yours against the plush bed.

“Nicholas,” You whine his full first name softly as he removes his finger from you and grips your thigh.

“What do ya say we get on to the main show, my love? The one where we sing a jaw-dropping duet?” Nicky purrs and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Please,” You whisper pleadingly for him, gazing up at Nicky from where your head rests on your fluffy pillow, your legs already on either side of him.

Nicky positions himself in front of your entrance. You sing in pleasure as he slowly slides his cock into you. Nicky lets out a breathy curse and your lips are once again crashing into one another. He slowly picks up the pace, and your moans echo in your lover’s mouth, as does his in yours. You hold fast to his hand as if it were the only thing tethering you to reality as you vocalize how good he feels inside of you through moans and “mmm”s.

He was right, your combined noises of pleasure made for a beautiful duet. If you had thought his finger was stimulating, the feeling of his hard member moving in and out of you was beyond overstimulating. Your mind was fogged by the intoxicating feeling of his body locked with yours as you both sang your duet shamelessly in the night.

The feeling of his body against yours was one that you would love forever. As his hips rolled against yours, you felt yourself reaching your climax. It seemed as if he was close too, his tempo becoming erratic, and aimed for the finish line, rather than prolonging the height the two of you were reaching together. You rolled your hips against his, longing to release the building orgasm in you.

“Shit, (Y/n), you feel so-” Nicky’s statement was paused as he let out a breathy moan, “God, you feel amazing.”

“You feel better,” You manage to respond through your pants and moans.

You hold him tightly as you say his name repeatedly, it feeling just as heavenly each time it rolled off of your tongue. Your legs move and twitch in the mounting pleasure he gave you. He grips your hand without hurting it as he moans your name back, reaching his climax, with you soon following after. You hold each other close as you both noisily groan in ecstasy and come down.

Nicky’s head bends down to rest in the crook of your neck, panting as he presses light kisses there.

“I love you so much, Nicky,” You mutter as you begin to regain composure.

“I love you too, baby. So much.” He lifts his head and pulls your hand to his mouth to plant a lazy kiss on it lovingly. His hazel eyes are endless pools of adoration as he looks at you like a lovesick fool. You can’t help but look at him the same way as he rolls off of you and pulls you close to him.

You blissfully lay against Nicky and happily trace hearts and stars on his bare chest, still processing the mind-blowing experience you had shared with such a divine man.

“This morning it was ‘no pants’, now it’s ‘no nothing’,” You whisper in amusement.

Nicky lets out a low chuckle that you can hear vibrate in his chest. “No nothin’, huh?”

“Mhm,” You confirm in satisfaction.

“Would you like for me to get a bath ready for us to clean up before we hit the hay?” Nicky asks as he rubs circles on your back gently.

“I would love that, as long as I get to help,” You respond amorously.

“Sounds perfecto, (Y/n).”

A/n: this was my first time writing anything like this, so, uh, I hope I wrote it well enough! It was definitely a little challenging at first because I’ve only written fluff and one angst before this. Definitely had to learn how to take myself seriously because I kept getting flustered and saying to myself “is this good? Is...Is this how you would appropriately describe this???” Either way here’s to trying new things! I hope you have a lovely day/evening! 🥂

#this is my longest fic so far wowie lol #fictif nicky #fictif nicky valentino #fictif two against the world #fictif nix hydra #fictif tatw #nicky valentino fictif #nicky fictif #nicky valentino #nicky tatw #fictif nicky x mc #fictif game #fictif games #fictif fanfic #two against the world #tatw #madebyeggy

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Nicky Valentino’s Ultimate Master List!

Due to it being very fricking hard to find Nicky fanfic, I have decided that it would be easier if all of his fanfics were put into one master list!

Please enjoy what many people have worked on and please like, reblog, and maybe comment on your favorite fics!

(Also check in on my pinned post to make sure you have the most updated list)

🦝 @lemon-trap 🦝 (aka: me!)

Saved by a Kiss (gender not explicit for reader)

This is a short fluffy fanfic that has no other reason for existing except making your heart go soft.

Plot Twist Nicky Valentino is a Bottom (female MC) SMUT

The title says it all. If you want just straight porn with Nicky as a subby bottom then this is the fanfic for you!

☀︎ @bursvalentino ☀︎ (the oh so lovely)

Two Against the World | Nicky Valentino x Sabrina Belladonna (ongoing, female pronouns) - (writer is currently rewriting this series)

Charming Nicky Valentino and the alluring Sabrina Belladonna are two sides of the same coin with one thing in common: escapism. But, our stars seem to be entangled in their game of cat and mouse. Will they ever possibly make it out alive after their truth unfolds?

☾ @lunaspera ☾ (the ultimate queen to go to for spicy Nicky things *chef kiss*)

Surrealtà | Nicky Valentino x Heaven (Assassin!OC, ongoing, female pronouns) - prologue ,

All she wanted was to make the world a better place. Is it any good if you tear a piece of yourself every time you want to help someone out ? The more she gave, the more she lost. The more she ran, the more she got lost. She was willing to die for others and now someone else is willing to die for her. Afterall “No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for”.

Cheers to the mess (female MC) - part one ,

Nicky’s actions speak louder than his words and you are consistent about finding out what is causing him to do so. Does it have anything to do with the handsome stranger who is desperately flirting with you?

Strip Poker (female MC) - part one , part one SMUT

Nicky is a tease, but so are you. What will be the outcome of this game? Poker is usually played to win. Tonight winning doesn’t seem like a good idea, not if you want to become hot mess. The one who loses wins.

Bella Mia SMUT (female MC)

Nicky is a “gentleman” but does he have enough willpower to hold himself away while you are purring his name?

Sweet Nothings fluff

Your sleepy mood accompanied by hot cocoa, the sound of the rain, a pair of warm hands, tender kisses, and sweet nothings. So tell me now, my dear, what is love to you?

Hey kiddo! Nicky Valentino x Reader x Uncle!Ralph Della Rosa

Ralph seems to enjoy your company but a mini you? Brace yourself, uncle Ralphie is coming!

Hands on Fire SMUT

The saccharine melody of sleep sweeping him off of his feet. Slow dancing to the soft tune of a sonata, hand in hand, skin to skin. Could it get any more sweet ? Won’t you come a little closer and let Nicky have a taste of your love ?

You sadness

NSFW Alphabet

Dirty secret, Jack off, No

NSFW Alphabet

Yearning, Motivation, Cum, Aftercare

💖 @valentino-red 💖

Sinnerman | Nicky Valentino x Soledad Diaz (ongoing, female pronouns) - prologue , chapter one , chapter two ,

Nicky Valentino has seen a lot of women waltz into his speakeasy, but when a certain Soledad Diaz comes in from the future trying to escape her past, hearts are exchanged and the mafia boss starts to reevaluate what really matters to him.

🌻 @raggedy-dxctor 🌻 (there’s a lot here)

Gumusservi

Wonderland Upon a Hill

The World Was So Dull Without You

Alone

Hug

I’ll always choose you

Nicky Valentino With a Short S/o

Nicky and Miguel With An Easily Flustered S/o

Nicky Valentino with an s/o that has a tattoo

Ice Skating with Nicky Valentino Headcannons

Nicky Valentino with an S/o that has a amazing singing voice

Nicky Valentino + Fluff Alphabet

Nicky’s s/o comforting him after a nightmare

Nicky meeting is s/o’s supportive parents

Nicky’s s/o teaching how to use a phone

Nicky with a High School Crush

Detention with a troublemaker (high school au + modern day au)

Flowerboy (flower shop au + roles reversed)

Real Smooth Mr Valentino (fem reader) fluff

I’m A Goner ANGST

Bonus:

Scenarios/prompts for Nicky Valentino

Some ideas for you to use in your fics if you’re ever in need of a plot.

💗 @missusvalentino 💗 (their stuff needs more attention)

I just can’t get a enough of you (no specific gender)

Just a short fic that involves the MC adoring and appreciating Nicky. Lots of fluff.

I’m sorry. (female pronouns) Nicky’s POV

Nicky and MC have an arguement when she tells him she wants to be part of the Valentino family.

I’m not in the mood

Nicky is in the mood to do the do, but MC is being a tease.

“You still love me right?” Angst/fluff

Nicky and Y/n have a disagreement and Nicky decides to get back at the reader by flirting with another woman.

“Why on Earth would I ever think that?” (Chubby/overweight fem MC) Fluff/angst

Nicky and reader start to get a bit more intimate until reader starts pulling back because she feels like Nicky deserves better.

You’re All Over Me Today

💛 @velvetl1ght 💛

Nicky + OWNING a dog headcannons

Nicky headcannos because I’m in Love

Good Intentions | Nicky x Josie (ongoing, female pronouns) - chapter one ,

🦦 @millennial-pinks 🦦 (my personal favorite)

Cooking time! (male MC)

After a night out, Nicky and Shiloh enjoy some time in the kitchen.

Crisis of Confidence (male MC)

Shiloh feels a little bummed out. He’s just some guy and Nicky’s... Nicky.

I got it bad but it’s all good (male MC)

Shiloh and Nicky share a dance and some tender words.

Alone together SMUT (male MC)

Shiloh and Nicky have their first physical encounter.

Like Someone in Love SMUT (male MC)

A bath leads to a very sexual night.

Post chapter 14 (male MC)

☆ @themissingstar ☆

Nicky helps MC feel better after a depressive episode

Taking care of Nicky after he gets banged up

Soulmate AU were you wake up in your soulmate’s bed

Modern AU Nicky before he makes his money

🌼 @tutanwritesanddraws 🌼

Nicky Valentino with a short S/O

Nicky Valentino with a GenZ S/O

💐 @jadeee 💐

Winter Wonderland fluff

After confessing that you’ve never seen snow before, Nicky takes you out for a proper snow day: snowball fights, snow angels, the works!

Good Morning, Beautiful fluff

Nicky really is beautiful when he’s sleepi- oh wait, he’s awake.

Ti Amo Tanto fluff

Nicholas Valentino proclaims his love for you through Italian poetry.

I Do fluff

You are officially a part of the Valentino family and Nicky couldn’t be more happy.

Finding Home angst

Living in the 1920s with Nicky has been a dream but you can’t help but think about your old life.

Hot & Bothered lime

After teasing Nicky during a meeting, he puts you in your place and it leaves you hot and bothered.

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I really doubt that this is all so if you have made fanfiction of Nicky Valentino then please privately message me.

Please reblog this so more people can find and use it!

Last updated: April 6, 2021

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